Atlantis God: A Novel (Jack Howard)

Atlantis God: A Novel (Jack Howard)

David Gibbins

Atlantis. The world’s mightiest empire. Its secrets have been lost to the ocean’s depths, but in this high-action race against the clock, marine archaeologist Jack Howard is about to find out that the gods of Atlantis live on—through a terrifying new evil. A lost Nazi bunker in a forest in Germany contains a dreadful secret. But is there a horrifying new dimension to the Nazis’ rule of terror? When Jack Howard, head of the International Maritime University, and his team of adventurers return to the lost island of Atlantis in the Black Sea, they realize they’re not just on the trail of the most sought-after treasures in history but are about to uncover a surprising link between Atlantis and the 1930s expeditions of Himmler’s Ahnenerbe, the Nazis’ Department of Cultural Heritage. But unbeknownst to Jack, shadowy figures from his past are joining forces—and they have their own ghastly vision for a new Atlantis. Can he stop them before it’s too late?

that I had the chance. And even if you had read it, you wouldn’t have seen what I saw.” “Go on,” Jack said. Schoenberg picked up the leather document case in front of him and opened it, taking out a brown envelope. He held it for a moment, then looked at Jack. “You must understand me. I’ve kept the contents of this envelope secret since the war. In April 1945, when the Russians were closing in, I was forced into the Volkssturm militia for the defense of Berlin. My unit defended the western part

DFC and bar, RAF, a Lancaster pathfinder pilot who flew fifty-nine operations over Nazi Europe. The 111 OTU also carried out anti-submarine patrols, and their losses over the Bermuda Triangle—no greater than the average losses in many other training units anywhere—included one Liberator that disappeared without a trace on a training mission in 1945. Whether or not U-boats entered the Caribbean after the German surrender in May 1945 may never be known; the possibility is suggested by the

was what spears of metal had done for them. Enlil swayed, leaning on his spear. “And we have no women.” Noah felt his chest tighten. No women. It had been a week since sweet-voiced Ishtar had died, a terrible, rasping death in the bottom of the boat, taken by the malevolence that now stalked them. The sea had seethed and sparkled, and then a vast welter of bubbles had erupted on the surface, swallowing Ishtar’s boat and leaving her floating unconscious, wrapped around with the thin, glistening

realized what it was. You remember I said the safe was open? All I could think about at the time—all I could think about until just now—was that whatever had been inside was gone. But there was something else. It should have rung a huge alarm bell at the time, but I wasn’t thinking straight. I’d just been stumbling over dead bodies. I should have held the reins tighter. Poor show, as your dad would have said.” “I’d probably have been worse,” Jack said. “I’m not used to being in tombs full of

unzipped the pocket of his khaki trousers, carefully pulled out a presentation case, and opened it. Inside was a Military Cross, the silver of the cross tarnished and the mauve-and-white ribbon faded, but pinned carefully into the case. “I told you on the phone last week about Hugh Frazer, the army officer who’d been in the camp and was a friend of Major Mayne’s. Before Hugh died, I promised him that if we found Mayne’s body I’d leave this with him. Mayne won it in North Africa when the two of